Poetry

Hot tea

November Sun softly sipping in 

Snoring dogs

Wrapped in checkers and sunflowers

Orange walls, warm and magical

Paintings crammed together

 

That is the life I lead

Away from noise bruising my mind

Away from hassle that nobody needs

 

I learn to notice

To breathe easy

To see presence

And stay connected.

 

The heart is full and cozy with tea

I wait for nothing

Just be

Why?

Pencil sketch among acrylic paint

Change because of fear

Not enough, too much, to infantile?

 

Ignoring the masses

Trusting my pull

Nagging in heart makes my head free from full

 

And free to try again

Free from fear and stress

I am using the pencil and feel so cool

 

Daydreaming at night

Daydreaming in day

Free from the chaos

To save my name

Lady bug in the window light

Falling leaves in the daydream sun

All the colors shimmer bright

 

Chased mementos

Whispered dreams

Carried outward on the dotted wings

 

The remains of life cuddled in the warmth

These are the final days, before the winter’s fall

Silence….

Empty home, although all is the same

He left for a little while

And soon be back

 

But the emptiness feels odd and big

His pillow left with too much space

Quiet closet without his shirts

A toothbrush cup hollow by a silent sink

 

Him just being gone is not a big deal

But the life without him is an ordeal

He will be back soon, with his soft embrace

And those blue, good eyes tracing my stance

 

I like this silence, these few minutes alone

But I don’t like the space in which he is gone

My heart feels warmth at the thought of his face

In my vision I hold him, until he returns

I could not sleep

Thie night held me restless

A dream of winning a billion dollars

shook me awake.

 

Not joy but pressure rished in.

Plans, sivisions, stress of structure.

Aweight pressuring on my chest.

 

I turned to him, belly to back,

To le the fear melt into his warmth.

All I wanted was peace,

Not riches that felt like dread.

 

My body once so hard to read,

Is quiet now in the open space.

I try to hear it but connection 

still slips away.

 

Still I know what brings me back,

The promise of sunrise,

The trees and sky at dawn.

The remembrance of the ancitent tree.

 

So I rise

Before the sun

And write

To return home

To return to me

Touched my tongue to the roof of my mouth,

and made a wish not to meet anyone.

But the universe had his own mind,

and sent more than normal share of his shine.

 

I laughed out loud on how silly I was.

The Universe knows best what I truly want. 

Deep in the woods, lost in my mind

 

Off leash dogs in the now,

Joyful play in water and mud,

With no care for cleaning and mess,

Their spirt in pure embrace.

 

And the wise, leafless trees embraced us  

The hot sun warmed us. 

Fallen leaves covered the ground, 

To keep it warm for the cold months to come.

 

I got my space and the room to breathe,

Where the bare trees envelop in their future dreams.

My bare fee touched the naked earth.

I escape here to dare.

Full stores and crowded isles,

Getting ready to feed the loved ones.

Candles lit, bounty tables,

Food filled with love and miracles.

 

Maybe some lumps in potatoes,

Maybe a gravy that sets too fast,

Maybe the dide dish that did not last.

But the joy gathered around

Does not ruin the small faux-pas.

 

Full belly and soul,

Heart warm and full of lite,

Covered in fluff, comfort and safety,

We say thanks as we say goodnight.

Morning light, golden light

The world is waking up to the Christmas time

Pale blue sky, white winter sun

On the canvas of the daylight

 

Quiet streets are yet to steer

As children wake to Christmas gifts

Joy and laughter and belief

That the Santa came this year

 

All the magic in the air

As the nature welcomes another day

And the humans for once a year

Let the miracles guide their way

 

I stay quiet, loving the light

Full of gratitude for another night

Since I know each day is a gift

Full of magic and full of belief

You lept from the boardroom to flow,

Where the moon and your magic could grow.

With paint on your hands, and new heart lead plans,

You turned rest into radiant glow.

He proposed

She said yes

 

He gave her that ring

And wished for one to put on his finger.

 

He is young

Full of dreams

Already wishing for some kids.

 

Though I love for him to grow his wings,

In my eyes he is still my kid.

 

But he is grown

And leads his life

So I wish for him nothing but LOVE.

I moved the furniture around

To call on Univers to settle down.

The invitation to my home,

For the Universe to less our walls.

 

I put the frames of the love of my lives

Right at the entance to our house

So Universe can see as it enters the shrine.

 

And the sun cataches that love

As it shines through the front window.

And blesses our door with joyous rainbow,

Reminding me daily of my precious mementos.